I want to write to you,
But the right words won’t come to me.
It’s a restlessness inside,
A burning without smoke,
A flood uphill,
A strife against the void,
This urge to write to you.
But words, the right words, won’t come to me.
*
I must write to you, I feel I must,
To say hello, to say goodbye,
To make amends for past mistakes,
To take a guess at the uncertain future,
To make you stop and pause your life,
To make you listen,
To share with you a moment of awareness,
To make us accomplices
Between the sheets of printed paper.
But words, the right words, won’t come to me.
*
I want to write to you,
I really do,
But the storm rages on,
The curtains rustle in the wind,
The candle flickers out and dies,
Darkness swallows me,
And words, the right words, still won’t come to me.
boy with a hat 
That was evoking.thank you.
This article might have been addressed to me personally. Although I don’t blush very easily, there was a fire in those words which made me turn crimson red …and I’m reminded of that boy, whose words I’m still waiting for.
you did very well without the right words.
Randy
Sickening! Love it
just lovely!!!
Beautiful – the right words to praise this masterpiece are not coming to me right now 😉
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Amazing~!
”To share with you a moment of awareness” – you just did 🙂
Yes, yes, yes! Exactly the right words – not the longest, or the most learned, or even the sweetest – but straight from the heart to the pen. Brilliant!
I don’t even like poetry, and I liked that. I have felt that way many times.
The right words, need the right time. Be still a while…
It’s great ! Brilliant !
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when ever i dont feel like reading, vincent mars gets me going again, brilliant**
absolutely brilliant